Happy birthday, Corey!
Feb. 11th, 2016 03:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
turpsAs it's the actual day. Happy birthday to the kidlet. I can't believe Corey's now twenty years old. Way to make me feel ancient, kidlet.
And because it never gets old, I have to link to some of the first pics we had of him in the nicu. In his little spotted sailor suit. With James and me
I forgot to say, James is feeling much better now and went back to work today. I suspect he'll still need to see the foot specialist at some point, but it's become something that happens when it happens and not an emergency as it was starting to look like last week.
Yesterday Pauline got a growth taken off her face and it wasn't cancer, so that's great news, too.
Thinking of. She finally got a letter yesterday that suggests dad's will issues are very close to being sorted out.
I've said previously that dad had his funeral paid for and a will arranged a very long time ago. Sadly the will part of it fell apart towards the end of last year. He had the most of his savings in premium bonds, and when he found out he had incurable cancer intended to cash those in. Sadly with the fall he never got to do that, and everything ended up in a mess.
Pauline tried her best to sort things out, but she just couldn't. There were too many things she couldn't deal with in terms of tax on the bonds and other matters that really dragged her down. She didn't want to use a solicitor as it would have meant money being taken out of dad's estate, but in the end I just told her to do it, the money it was going to cost was well worth her mental health.
So she did, and yesterday she finally got a letter which means dad's money will be divided between me, my brother and Pauline soon.
It's not a huge amount, but enough I can get some things done in the house and still hold onto a savings cushion, something I've never had. I've got a vague list of the things I want, but still feel a little bad when thinking of them because even though I know dad wanted us to have this money, I'd give back every future penny to have him back.
One of those things is to buy a new sofa. I keep thinking of how dad could never sit on ours as it's so low, and how I'd always have to bring a kitchen chair in for him, and he'd then eat his pie and scatter crumbs everywhere. So now I want a new one, not just because of what I said above, but because while the one we have is comfortable enough while I have the money I'd like to get something big and squishy and long lasting. So you know, if any of you UK people have any tips about where to buy a good sofa, or where to avoid, do tell.
Another bad thing about dad's money. Because Pauline and dad weren't married she's getting none of his pension from the fire-service. They were together nearly 25 years and he paid into that pension through all of his career and all they said to her was, no marriage certificate, no pension money. Dad though he'd arranged everything perfectly so she'd be looked after once he was gone, and I'm sure if he'd have known this would happen a quickie marriage would have happened.
Fannish stuff. I'm loving Mikey's hair style right now, and I appreciate the shoulder porn going on.
The first thing I saw logging on this morning waswenchpixie linking to Gerard's rendition of Superstar which I very much enjoyed listening to.
Thinking of those two, I must finish my picfor1000.
A03 is having a Feedback fest which is a very excellent thing.
And I'm sure I had another thing to mention but the window cleaner has just been and totally disrupted my train of thought.
ETA: I've just been talking to mam. She's been reading the comments on Corey's wall and said how weird it was James posted a post ending love from dad. She thought it should say love from mam and dad. But I never use my FB account and James uses his loads. Plus, I've already talked to and texted Corey today. I don't think there's an issue at all with how he ended his post, but she thinks it makes it sound like Corey hasn't got a mam. I swear, she can twist the simplest things at times.
And because it never gets old, I have to link to some of the first pics we had of him in the nicu. In his little spotted sailor suit. With James and me
I forgot to say, James is feeling much better now and went back to work today. I suspect he'll still need to see the foot specialist at some point, but it's become something that happens when it happens and not an emergency as it was starting to look like last week.
Yesterday Pauline got a growth taken off her face and it wasn't cancer, so that's great news, too.
Thinking of. She finally got a letter yesterday that suggests dad's will issues are very close to being sorted out.
I've said previously that dad had his funeral paid for and a will arranged a very long time ago. Sadly the will part of it fell apart towards the end of last year. He had the most of his savings in premium bonds, and when he found out he had incurable cancer intended to cash those in. Sadly with the fall he never got to do that, and everything ended up in a mess.
Pauline tried her best to sort things out, but she just couldn't. There were too many things she couldn't deal with in terms of tax on the bonds and other matters that really dragged her down. She didn't want to use a solicitor as it would have meant money being taken out of dad's estate, but in the end I just told her to do it, the money it was going to cost was well worth her mental health.
So she did, and yesterday she finally got a letter which means dad's money will be divided between me, my brother and Pauline soon.
It's not a huge amount, but enough I can get some things done in the house and still hold onto a savings cushion, something I've never had. I've got a vague list of the things I want, but still feel a little bad when thinking of them because even though I know dad wanted us to have this money, I'd give back every future penny to have him back.
One of those things is to buy a new sofa. I keep thinking of how dad could never sit on ours as it's so low, and how I'd always have to bring a kitchen chair in for him, and he'd then eat his pie and scatter crumbs everywhere. So now I want a new one, not just because of what I said above, but because while the one we have is comfortable enough while I have the money I'd like to get something big and squishy and long lasting. So you know, if any of you UK people have any tips about where to buy a good sofa, or where to avoid, do tell.
Another bad thing about dad's money. Because Pauline and dad weren't married she's getting none of his pension from the fire-service. They were together nearly 25 years and he paid into that pension through all of his career and all they said to her was, no marriage certificate, no pension money. Dad though he'd arranged everything perfectly so she'd be looked after once he was gone, and I'm sure if he'd have known this would happen a quickie marriage would have happened.
Fannish stuff. I'm loving Mikey's hair style right now, and I appreciate the shoulder porn going on.
The first thing I saw logging on this morning was
wenchpixie linking to Gerard's rendition of Superstar which I very much enjoyed listening to.Thinking of those two, I must finish my picfor1000.
A03 is having a Feedback fest which is a very excellent thing.
And I'm sure I had another thing to mention but the window cleaner has just been and totally disrupted my train of thought.
ETA: I've just been talking to mam. She's been reading the comments on Corey's wall and said how weird it was James posted a post ending love from dad. She thought it should say love from mam and dad. But I never use my FB account and James uses his loads. Plus, I've already talked to and texted Corey today. I don't think there's an issue at all with how he ended his post, but she thinks it makes it sound like Corey hasn't got a mam. I swear, she can twist the simplest things at times.
